THE FATA MORGANA.

I walked with my thoughts on the beach, skipping stones in the sea

I was mulling over some stuff that seemed important to me

About who you are, who you think that you are and who people want you to be

Put a man in a big enough cage and he`ll imagine he`s free...

This happened to me.

A city rose up from the deep, a city of light

With emerald towers and spires, a beautiful sight

A beach girl walked over to me face lit with delight

`It`s a fata morgana`, she said, `A trick of the light`...

I said, `Is that right ?`

I wanted to keep it in colours that would not fade away

To pull it again from my heart on some colder day

I strained both my eyes in the light and studied the scene

I studied the curves of her face, this girl is my dream...

You know what I mean.

We stood there so near to the touch our hearts beat as one

Perfection of beauty itself stood infront of the sun

Her hair it was blond her skin tanned, her eyes they were blue

But as we stood there and talked on the sand my thoughts turned to you...

As they often do.

So after an hour or two when the tide wanders in

Then it seemed as if something new was about to begin

By the time we`d got back to her place well the darkness had neared

And when I looked into her face it was yours that appeared...

Yes just as I feared.

For I`d wanted to keep you in colours that would not fade away

To pull you again from my heart on these colder days

For you were a vision to me that still seems so strong

And we were an instant in time, but time keeps movin` on...

I know now you`re gone.